The Matrix Uploaded: A Matrix Fanfiction Story

Chapter 11:

The light bends back. And as it does…Neo has sight again. He's back in a black shirt and matching pants: Reminiscent of his days as part of Morpheus's crew onboard the Nebuchadnezzar. He sees a pale blue tiled subway tunnel. Only…it's there and yet isn't.

The tunnel's very physics shift to a blackish yellow striped subway monorail, and back again. The tunnel has a very odd familiarity to it. The gray telephone booth, the green bench, the trash bag littered stairs… They all scream of the Matrix.

Then… The silent screams stop. And…Neo can suddenly catch something else that isn't Matrix like at all. Jet black dull security camera like TVs, just floating over the bench. Yet, the devastation of the Matrix 1.0, the helicopter that Neo commandeered to rescue Morpheus… All of Neo's missions along side the rest of the Nebuchadnezzar crew are there for him to see, like a superfast clip show. But, even that shows some disconnect.

Neo realizes, "the edge of death and rebirth. This is the key that he was talking about. Somehow…this is the key to the truth inside me." He was seeing what he saw in his vision: The collapsing freeway…with countless police officers with fatal bullet wounds. But, it doesn't feel like himself in the car anymore. It feels…like a computer glitch.

A choo choo sounds off. A jet blue subway train with black Halloween masks decorated across it pulls into the station, running on smoke fumes. Neo turns back to the station, even more confused than ever now. And, of all people…

A guy in a red and black eyed mask and a matching conductor's hat opens the subway train door. His hat is full of super greasy cheese pizza. His silvery katana sits strapped on his back. And, his iconic red and black costume is covered in strapped on guns and ammo packs. It's none other than Deadpool: The merc with a mouth, who on many a time breaks the fourth wall until it falls over and breaks into many expensive pieces.

Deadpool figures, "Trainman scene, 125 minutes and twenty one seconds in the movie... Check." Not sure what to feel at the moment, Neo wonders, "umm… Do I have the right place?"

Deadpool offhandedly says, "well… Slight chuckle. Oh, that? That's just my thought balloons. What's the matter? Not all up to "code" in that old hacker noggin?" Two yellow thought bubbles are over his head.

The first reads, "Issue 250 on our list of times killed off and bound to be coming back… Check!" The second reads, "break out the guns, Hydra Bob! For Wolverine, and all those crazy re-gen graduates! They all owe me money and chicks and stuff." A third one smashes into the first, "(cross out slight chuckle) Doctor? How bad is it? (cross out "Aww, it's a super non-feminine girl from the future to kill you") Just tell me I don't sound like that! And just maybe, just maybe I'll think twice about shooting you."

Trying to ignore the thought bubbles, Neo adds quickly, "ok. It's exactly what you're thinking. And, I was told by the One…"

Like he's on a cell phone, Deadpool interrupts randomly, "yeah, yeah, yeah? Oh, yeah! Chuckle! Yeah. Well... Sigh." He takes off his conductor hat to scoop up the grease over his mask…before bunching up all the pizza in it into a cheese ball of grease for no reason. Deadpool puts the hat back on with one hand, playing with the cheese ball like a yoyo of greasy disgustingness in the air.

He goes on, "I got to tell it to you straight, Neo-Schwarzenegger. I'm kind of new to this whole acting gig. But…the Trainman couldn't make it. So, the Wachowskis wanted to still have one…you see. Those crazy kids. I was paid 200 million just to show up. Imagine that!"

He teleports away, then back again. The splattered cheese ball is dripping down the controls of the subway train. He impossibly eats some cheese off his fingers, through his mask. Deadpool slightly chuckles, "Ratatouille, eat your heart out. There was also a hot mama Ilsa. Although...maybe that's the beer talking. I'm Deadpool. Neo, right? Or, is that just one of them fancy hacker nicknames in the future?"

Clutching the sides of his head, Neo sighs heavily, "my head hurts." Deadpool shrugs, "yeah. I seem to get that reaction a lot. Anywho... All aboard the plot convenience train!" Neo figures, "o...k."

He starts to board the train. Red sticks of dynamite are in the old fashioned furnace. Deadpool adds, "like it? Goes up to 88 miles a hour, before it blows up. Can't wait for the boom!" Neo points out, "there's only three passengers. You sure...?"

Deadpool teleports to the front window, lying over it. He turns his head back, "you want to move the plot along, or not? I was just paid to show. They said nothing about not leaving your ass to dry out here in your revelation, or no Sophia Stewart rings of justice crap! I mean, come on: Laugh! Halos that steal your soul? That's the Phoenix force's schtick! Am I right, or am I right?"

Barely holding on to sanity, Neo quickly says, "ok, ok! I'm coming."

The three passengers already here are a medium blond slightly curly haired woman with big boobs under a jet black jacket and ammo pack straps all over, her Rottweiler, a bluish cartoony android with three silver discs on the forehead and a mostly purple torso…and a horror unlike even the Matrix could possibly create.

This horrific sight has medium brown dirty messy hair, with so much cobwebs that it could pass as a funeral veil. Her snake teeth necklace drips of venom down her sickly green jacket, with spiky pouches filled with blood for her to drink. A very stretchy legged spider-beast of jet black and brown spots lives in her hair, biting her constantly. But…she actually seems to get high off of it. And…she breathes out smoke: No cigar or plant required.

A black and white movie projector is in the back, strapped to the emergency exit and a ton of bubbling chimichangas in a giant popcorn box. Deadpool figures, "yep. Don't need this anymore." He tosses his conductor hat away into nothingness. Deadpool sits back at the controls, his feet up over the armrests of the driver's seat. He sighs, "special effects: Got to love them. Anyway… Where was I going with this again?" Neo concludes, "don't look at me. If I knew where this was going, I wouldn't be here."

Deadpool slightly chuckles, "was that a crack? Oh, who cares? I love cracks! Want to see my butt crack?" Neo figures, "not really." Deadpool leans back, letting out a long sigh. He reveals, "you don't get it. Do you, kid? This is my unnecessarily long introduction to me. Still… I had some laughs. All right: Pressing play."

He takes out a video game controller styled red and black remote control. He presses the "Follow the Script" button. The train door closes. The projector vanishes. Dynamite in the furnace goes off. And…all the passengers start moving out of a frozen time. Deadpool says, "oh, yeah! There's the boom! And here's my kind of crowd."

The medium blond slightly curly haired woman is sitting on a subway seat: With her Rottweiler Camille sitting beside her, and a look that could send chills down any man. The name she goes by is Barb Wire. The bluish android just stands in the back, keeping a calculating eye on the furnace in the front. He's a cartoonish incarnation of Brainiac, from the DC Universe. The horrific woman sits back, with her leg feeling down a metal pole. All the while, she pets her spider-beast: No matter how many times it bites her hands for it. Yet, her hands just burn off the bites like it's fast food passing through. Her name is Elise.

Deadpool whispers, "best not to piss them off, kid. They get real mad real fast: After a long day's work at Dark Horse, the big WB, and 20th Century Fox. Know what I'm saying?" Neo just sighs, "fine. If that's what it takes... Then take it away, Deadpool."

He instantly feels something very…almost familiar like about the medium blond slightly curly haired woman. But, he can't quite place why. Neo asks, "is this seat taken?" Barb Wire shrugs, "guess it could be worth your while. Just don't get in my way, and we'll get along just fine." Not showing a hint of fear, Neo figures, "noted." A slight smile comes across Barb Wire's face: For only a second.

Elise calls out, "hey, Deadpool! Got a light for little old me?" Barb Wire slightly laughs bitterly, "right, shithole. Keep telling yourself what you want to hear." Completely unphased, Elise adds, "thank you. It's a gift." Barb Wire rolls her eyes, "whatever."

Deadpool perks up, "for you, hon... Don't mind if I do." He takes out his gun, firing it Elise's way. She catches the bullet in her hand, crushing it to flaming ash. She lets her hand light up all over like a burnt cigar, giggling insanely at her hand. Neo hesitates to ask. Yet…he is about to.

Deadpool interrupts the thought. He gets out a Playboy bunny decorated guitar, with the spotlight on him. Sober like, he looks to the light, "look, kid. I know you've been having a bad day: Worse than the death of Bea Arthur. Sniffle. Anyone got a tissue? Anyone?! Thank you...hand coming from nowhere." He wipes the tissue over his mask, and tosses it aside like there's nothing to see here. A second boom goes off. The subway tunnel gets darker and darker…turning for a chaotic darkness of night.

Barb Wire suggests, "how about some drinks, big boy? I want to come back with a lot of drinks for the ladies back at the Hammerhead." Deadpool sighs lovey dovey like, "thought bubbles…the day has come: I think I'm in love, with no supervillain-coming-after-me consequences. Get yourself something nice...and a couple of heads for me." He tosses a metal box filled with million dollar Canadian bills...and several bottles of vodka taped on top with Deadpool's logo on it.

Barb Wire goes wide eyed, "shit. Now that's a lot of dollar bills, big boy. Whose heads?" Deadpool offers, "how bout the Golden Rasberries? Might be a singing group. But, they sure have a big pineapple that came from box office critical pan town. Trust me: You know you want to."

Simultaneously flattered and confused, Barb Wire concludes, "o...k, Wade. Me and Camille will sit on it for a bit. Just for the biggest boy I know."

Brainiac mutters, "wake up my processors when something of actual data collecting interest happens." Elise mutters, "try never. I'd like me some scrap metal." Brainiac coldly adds, "you could try. But, you would fail. I'm a highly advanced being intent on accumulating all knowledge of the universe." Deadpool slightly sighs, "always the critic we don't want, never the hero we need. Or, something like that."

Neo reasons, "umm... I know this might come as a shock to you. But, Bea Arthur and you... Whoever your real name is... Have become enslaved to the Matrix. A..." The guitar goes poof. Deadpool teleports next to him. He gestures to his ear, "what's that, Silver? Your stop is Sonic the Hedgehog? The 2006 one?"

Barb Wire comments, "crazy and high on cheesy, that big boy. But, least he could be his own nightclub. Who am I to judge?"

Turning to Deadpool, Neo wonders uneasily, "why? What's there?"

Deadpool offhandedly goes, "ohh... Just the Sonic hellhole of existence. Trust your impulsive junk on this one. You wouldn't like it: The rotting, decaying, black mark that you can never forget or wash out. The romance of... Well, I got a kick out of it. But...you wouldn't." Elise goes, "aww! But, I had this great picture of tying up and abusing the shit out of that adorable little blu…" Deadpool teleports over to her on a whim, taking out a notepad. He whispers, "not so much for them as for us. But..."

Deadpool teleports back. Neo figures, "never mind. But, there's one thing I don't get: My favorite comic book character was Green Lantern. So, why did I…?" Deadpool shrugs, "hey: It's your movie. Nolan North voiced both of us before. So…maybe some childhood fantasy buried up there perhaps? This revelation doesn't have all day, you know." Neo comments, "word of advice then: Don't go there. Ever."

Deadpool bows, "oh, you're too kind. Too kind. Slight sigh. Not really. You need better PR. All right: I confess. I read all about your revelation." Neo irritatedly realizes, "you mean, you knew all along and you didn't say anything?! Why all the bullsh…?!"

Deadpool groans, "look. I know what you're thinking...and it's so much whinier now. Just go with it: It'll be over soon to make ten pages anyway." Neo sighs defeatedly, "whatever gets me through the revelation. I understand too well now."

Deadpool chuckles, "glad we understand each other then. This is bluepill. The Matrix back from the crypt. Need I go on into footnotes?" Brainac comments, "I automatically resent being called a pill." Deadpool figures, "saving up your energy for fighting Super tights in what's left of the Justice League cartoon: Check."

Neo wonders, "are you saying Brainiac represents the doubt in the back of my mind? That the Matrix will never truly die, unless I let go and wake up from the real coma?" A little amused, Deadpool concludes, "not exactly. But… You'll see. It's far more entertaining to let the hero figure out stuff for himself." Neo reluctantly mutters annoyedly, "of course. Of course it is for some people, if not more than some."

Deadpool continues, "pretty much. This girlie after my heart is redpill. Trinity in a nightclub in a previous time. Slight chuckle. Well, you'll see very soon." Barb Wire calls out annoyedly, "back of the line, Wade! I'm not your girlie. Still… Slight chuckle. Better than being called babe." Deadpool carefreely adds, "eh. Girlie, smoky. Tomato, tomahto bang bang." Kind of amused, Barb Wire slightly chuckles, "keep dreaming, Wade. Keep dreaming."

Deadpool adds, "cute. And this here reeks of death. Elise...of the romance that sunk a thousand Sonic fans in shame." Sounding very high right now, Elise waves, "hey. I'm the devil's daughter. Evil incarnate. I can make Project X writhe on the floor in my sleep. I can make New 52 pray for better. And I say...no. Never truly get better "Convergence"." Deadpool slightly chuckles, "yep: She's a keeper. Probably keeps some corpses under lock and key for some horned devils too. And of course, you met your impulsive junk: Me, apparently."

With Neo starting to focus well again… He focuses enough to find some Matrix code, to make more sense out of what's in front of him. And…it all suddenly starts to click. Neo thinks back to his final vision of the One, "the dharmacakra wheels. One in blue flames. One in red flames. Reality and the dream. Ever since I woke up… Those aspects have been fighting each other. You represent the power and the danger of pure impulse…which can only mean one thing in the Matrix."

A third boom goes off. The darkness is only minutes away. Deadpool eyes the furnace, "getting red hot in the kitchen tonight. 79 miles per hour! You can do it, Neo-Schwarzenegger. Impulses! Impulses!"

Neo considers out in the open, "the Matrix 1.0 and its Thought-Focus. The Thought-Focus is the only programming capable of designing a dream…to be its own reality. Somehow, it survived destruction. One in the Matrix. One that is in reality. But…just how far from reality did I end up? Is there even still a Matrix to fight, or is it somewhere between the thoughts of dreams and reality just like I am?"

A game show buzzer goes off. Deadpool sighs into his hand, "oohh. Sorry, kid. You just lost the million dollar jackpot. But, here's a consolidation prize: Your very own doppelganger!" A very puzzled Neo asks, "wait: What dopple…?"

The subway train is telekinetically tossed over the side…by the hand of another Neo. Digits of code go off like smoke. Brainiac crashes into the box in the back: Stuck to the floor under a mound of exploding chimichangas. Elise vanishes, laughing her head off. Barb Wire holds onto the metal pole, tumbling back to her feet as the train's own tumbling stops. Deadpool calls out, "may the Schwartz be with you! Have a nice finale! My exit's here." He opens a door appearing in the middle of the train marked "The Search for More Money", waving goodbye behind him. The door closes…vanishing just before Neo could reach it. He mutters, "shit!"

Neo grabs a metal pole, keeping himself upright in the midst of the chaos. Barb Wire urges, "get up. The Oracle hired me to watch your back. And, that's just…" Neo quickly asks, "who are you really?" The train starts to light up aflame. Matrix code fluctuates from the furnace. And walking slowly towards Neo…is the other Neo. He glares straight at him, as he sees him from the window. They both can see past distance to see their personal codes: One angry as hell, and the other confused as hell right about now.

In Trinity's more business like voice, Barb Wire voices, "I'll cut the shit then. I'm Trinity. Or, rather a copy of her." Neo starts to argue, "I thought the Layer was destroyed, along with…" In Barb Wire's voice, Barb Wire divulges, "it was. I'm one of three surviving copies. He is too. Now come on, goddamnit! I'll explain when we're out." She holds out her hand.

In that moment, Neo realizes he can only leave with one of them in time: Brainiac. Or, Barb Wire. Brainiac, who only stated the obvious and acknowledged what was in front of his vision all along. Barb Wire, who claims to be a copy of the woman he might very well have accepted was dead: Before the Matrix used her body to come back from the dead. To Neo…that was hardly a choice anymore.

Neo took Barb Wire's hand. She slightly chuckles, "good choice."

Copy Trinity looks to the floor, focusing on the Matrix code. A hole of code opens up before her, Camille, and Neo. They fall down the hole…just as the train explodes into flaming pieces.

Angrily, Copy Neo mutters, "no. No!" He flies headfirst through a corridor of code: Bypassing the explosion of the train altogether in frozen time…as he dives into the edge of the fading hole of code.